Friday, October 31, 2008

-In the spirit of election season, we enfranchised the girls by letting them choose their own Halloween costumes, unimpeded (no small feat, considering my control issues).

Jolie turned her nose at every princess/fairy/ballerina getup she was shown, instead insisting upon Supergirl, telling us "Then I can rescue people." Atta girl. (Though if we're being honest, I think it was the boots).

Leah's little finger pointed to the bumble bee dress, and her wish was granted instantly. Leah gets whatever she wants. We love her to bits.

I thought my costume options were limited by my pregnancy, until Jack suggested I go as Bristol Palin. Perfect. He even offered to escort me as baby daddy Levi Johnston.

Thank you Grandpa Jack for the costumes, and for such a fun week with the girls!!- -

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Jack is 4 weeks from entering the job market and has been BURIED in his dissertation - Eating, sleeping and breathing nothing but economic analysis (To put things in perspective, he hasn’t watched a single football game since mid-September).

I had to keep this in mind when we had the following conversation this week -

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Me: The tooth I had the root canal on is killing me. I tried Tylenol but it does nothing. I may as well be swallowing Skittles.

Jack: Are you sure you can’t take Motrin when you're pregnant?

Me: I looked it up online. Everything I read said that Motrin is most dangerous during the last trimester, and that it can cause birth defects.

(thinks about it)

Jack: What kind of birth defects?

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What KIND of birth defects?

Huh.

Well, now that you mention it, I'm not sure. Call me “paranoid,” but the mere suggestion of birth defects had been enough to send me searching for Plan B.

But I'm no economist.

Apparently, when you spend 12 hours a day analyzing risks and rewards, there begins to exist the possibility that the cost of certain BIRTH DEFECTS could be outweighed by the benefit of temporarily alleviating a toothache.

You really only need one kidney, right? I have no clue what gall bladders do, but I hear about their removal often enough to consider them “optional.” And what about toes? Ten toes would be ideal, certainly, but - when pain is shooting through your gums and the simple act of eating something cold makes you feel like an interrogation subject on 24 - Suddenly a full set of toes doesn’t seem all that important.

It gave me something to think about. At the very least, it provided me a few moments distraction from my pain. In the end, though, nothing was worth it. I suffered through with Tylenol Skittles and ice packs.

That, and the best medicine of all – A break when Jack was able to sneak away from his office long enough to take the girls to the park, where he took these photographs. Until his dissertation has been filed, they'll be a great way for him to remember what they look like. -